Precious Uncertainty...The Only Certainty...There Is Poem by James B. Earley

A curious.....aspect.....of life
........It's seldom without strife
Uncertainty the only certainty there is
The plight of the morrows'
......Continuity....of sorrows
Future seems some cavernous abyss

But.....from the depths of despair
......There's a scent in the air
'Tis the occasional joy we share
....Though happiness....an illusion
Within contentment's intrusion
.....Hope....brings a welcoming prayer

Few though the positives
Outweigh they the negatives
Scales while unbalanced I find
....Undeterred....by illusions
There's contentment's intrusions
Thus joy's indelible peace of mind

And so I'm left with the morrows'
.....Continuity of sorrows
Yet the future's...not some cavernous abyss
.....But a beautiful life
Despite...its onerous blanket of strife
...Precious uncertainty the only certainty...there is